His eyes squeeze shut to reboot himself. Focus. Remember to stick in what's Real.
"...I don't know an Erica."
He'd known the Miller's Daughter--in his dream that hadn't been real. Some piece of him knows he'd fought to keep her over someone named Erica. Or maybe he hadn't.
It's too much. It keeps his head ducked down. "I don't... I don't know..."
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His eyes squeeze shut to reboot himself. Focus. Remember to stick in what's Real.
"...I don't know an Erica."
He'd known the Miller's Daughter--in his dream that hadn't been real. Some piece of him knows he'd fought to keep her over someone named Erica. Or maybe he hadn't.
It's too much. It keeps his head ducked down. "I don't... I don't know..."